It's far easier to admit the truth in the dark, especially to yourself. Sherlock values John far more than he anticipated, and John has found an unexpected friend in Sherlock. Just something that was floating around in my head and I thought was worth writing down. Not Johnlock. Rated T to be safe. War and torture references.

A Sherlolly fanfiction. Molly's thoughts on things. Setting: season 3 and The Reichenbach Fall. Please R&R, I'm just trying it out.

For Let's Write Sherlock's current challenge. Last entry. Ancient Rome!lock, slave!lock (both time and geographic change). Sherlock was captured after a battle. But now there's peace, and Mycroft is going to get his little brother back. Not that things are going to be smooth as he wishes...

With nothing more exciting to do while he's waiting for his latest criminal master plan to reach it's conclusion, Moriarty decides to tail Doctor John Watson as he goes about his ordinary life but when they find themselves in the middle of an attempted bank robbery, things suddenly become anything but ordinary. Rated T for now but will go up in later chapters. SLASH.

"Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them." ―Alice Sebold

What if, Mycroft hadnt known about The Fall? What if he didnt find out until after Molly had 'recognised' the body? set immediately after the reichenbach episode. slight AU- in the fact that mycroft and sherlock's parents are dead.

After the events at the Pool, Jane and Sherlock try to piece together the remains of their relationship. A short interim in the months following the devastation Moriarty left in his wake.

Sherlock tries to cook dinner and it doesn't exactly work out as planned.

Sherlock returns from the dead to find that Molly has moved on with her life. However, he has changed during that time away, enough to finally claim what he considers his. Dark possessive Sherlock, A-hole Tom, Molly somewhere between who she is in S3 and who she was at the end of S2 (I hope). Sherlolly with some hints of Johnlock/Jollock, maybe, but mostly Sherlolly.

With Mary's pregnancy coming to an end, John feels like he's slipping further and further from Sherlock. He needs a new case. He needs to work side by side with Sherlock. He needs to excitement. It all will come, but not in the way anyone expected.

Poems written as if in the point of view of Sherlock characters. Requests open

Sherlock's mind palace has a special room. It has a red lock and a guest that waits for him.

After Sherlock's fall, John Watson was left drowning without a purpose. He was offered a new one - as an assassin, helping destroy the remains of Moriarty's web. AU after second season.

He hadn't tried to actually explain this in a very long time. Not since Mycroft. Not since the time when he thought everyone had a beloved object and had simply asked his brother which his was. {No, Myc, that's just a toy. I don't mean what's your favorite plaything... I mean...} And his world changed. PROMPT: Sherlock is object-sexual (romantic). Jim steals his beloved object.

¿Cómo reaccionó John Watson a realmente al regreso de Sherlock de entre los muertos? ¿Qué pasó por su mente cuando lo tuvo delante? Eso es lo que he intentado reflejar en este fanfic, las reacciones y pensamientos de John en ese momento, así como en los anteriores y posteriores. Disclaimer: no soy dueña de nada de lo que aparece en esta historia, sólo tal vez, de algunas escenas

A compilation of oneshots, poetry, fluff, angst... Everything Johnlock.

He eats regularly. He keeps his mind sharp with chemistry and biology and topography and the bees. Every once in a while the local constable will drop by with a case that's puzzling her. Sherlock scoffs but always helps. There's never been anything above a five.

Sherlock was injured and John is looking after him but what happens when the doctor becomes more than a friend? JOHNLOCK SLASH FLUFF

It was obvious. Sherlock Holmes was in love. And not just with anyone, with his best friend, John Watson. He needed to let it out, or the weight of his own secret would surely crush him. And then, Sherlock came up with the perfect solution, one which meant getting it off his chest, whilst never having to voice anything out loud.

Alternate ending to How to Play a Game Called Murder, taking place after chapter 48 of that fic. Triggers for drug use, death, suicide, and drug use. You have been warned.

It's a time for celebration at 221B Baker street, and also for declarations. One shot. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Sherlock characters - all rights go to the BBC and of course, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for creating the wonderful world of Sherlock in the first place :)

*Sherlock gave a triumphant smile before it faded and his brow furrowed, "But why did they hurt you?"* - A teenaged Mycroft comes home injured after having being beaten up by bullies. Sherlock wonders why.

Mycroft stops by 221B Baker Street to have a talk, to once again remind Sherlock, that they are brothers, and that he will always be there.

sequal to my story a taxi, an old enemy, and a valentines day. I hope you enjoy :) (I'm rubbish at summery's)

First Sherlock fic! Right now, my world is made of Sherlock. This show is frickin' amazing! Anyway, channeling some Reichenbach angst here. Enjoy! P.S. Romance is my third category, but there's only room for two so I couldn't add it. I ship Johnlock to death! And the cover picture is a screenshot straight from the show! Yay! Forgive spelling errors, wrote this teary-eyed. Review!